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Summer 2019

And the Wounded Disappear

Image by Sr. Maria-Magdalena R. via Pixabay

Light now came in through the windows, that pale, deep forest light growing slow and incremental. The cabin smelled of smoke and incense and past lives. The windows were nearly black but for center holes rubbed clean by a need to see. I looked around, but I don’t know why. I had nothing, so I […]